Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
John Foxx,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Can,
the Human League,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.